Thursday, March 11, 2010

Where All Life Began: Minimal Animalism

Hide from methe horsesunleashedride my highmy effigygo to placesuntowardslike houseson stiltsor shepherd casterslost dark fieldcast dispersionsof self-doubtsprinke with kindnessregret-me-not youforget-me-notstime i lostwell-spent fuelwith youheard in my heartthe other dayzincsink or swimor how ya doin'? beneathmindwavescrops upquestions of whywas it meor memorexsure you could hideor seek fame or fortunethe lattermore commonto saintsdid you find me once hiddenin caves revisitedcollapsed buildingsfrom earthquakes time stood stillwhilst the earth moved inevitableplaying with fireadolescent desiresunkeneyes trying to findworld behind the eyesthat cried and criedwhen abandoned shipin what was thoughtmidstreamonly to findi meant nothingi want nothing morei thought differentthat's allif only my mind didnt dream in fairies and pixy dustall would not have been emotional lostby immature childish ways put awayhidden in a trunkopened again neverthese things are best kept this waysoul imprints on these thingsstay forever repeating patterns in the love groove music

surface to airdissolved like melted buttera canadian in parisonce greeted by the sunLouis knew meviewed these new worlds nowsweeping vistas swept under the ruggolden fleeced I wasrefreshed in this waysouls stay awhilelinger longernever changingmove along nowbend and stretchtoo tall sallyaint got the moxyto go all the way to the endhowever roxy didthat just wasnt my thinghung up in the closetlike a bat without wings

so go the other waycircle returns favourssender receives giftsreturns o' the daytop o' the morning to yathe rest of the morningI guess I'll reclaimthe long lost baggageagain and againplayed out in perpetuityhow do i get this damn music to stop(played to "My Lady Love")

as certainly as certainy changesdramatic at timesintrinsic followersof some reliant designcut-in stonecarved out woodmelted down goldgouge out my eyes!these damn infernalapriori designs!as set out in uncompromisingblueprintsdna deniedchronic as constance ever could

which never changesnor stays the samethe rot of it allthe same soulthe same yin/yangthe same 50/50you've come to knowhalf-emptyhalf-fullthis knowingnakes theinterplaymuch more understoodbut more or lessa mess of haploidsincompletewho could I compete with thata mocking toneunderminesmy existencebut what if

who's to saysparks don't want orwon't meet againzero returnsphysically not therebut who's to sayone day...all this will come out in the washKarma beingthe biggest benefactor of perceived wrongsgone right

the pattern of witch fieldprobably intrinsic to my designbrews up special teascrys the tomorrow seein leaves flown awayto return in fallas down the drainas I'll bethere's always the hopeof resurrectionto encourage me

designed by who or whomwhoknows whomyour personal saviouryour personal bestknows you quite wellin the Bible saysknow means "you know, you know?"a little too personal for meit was back thennow who cares?only tying up ends

means you didnt mean or did you meanto be mean to mesorry so in your facebut reallyi waited nigh 30 years for the truth to outwhy I felt abandoned like hellwas I that bad or were youjust that goodtoo good to betrue?

to change something stuckin the ruta ditch in timewould have saved nineor one of meif you had just told methe truth as to whybreaking with my intregritylife became all to grittyand the waxen wings andicing cream did run awaywith my spoonthat I thoughtwould save my feelings of inadequacyenough for me to run out to the storeand make another copy of another patternedform

ah, it must be spring againcoming back to the very spotwhere all life began(where's that?)the same place where Elephants goWhen they decide to diein a boneheap laid wasteon the ground?or here at Hiawatha Grovewhere beginnings have new meaningsfrom the end's last installment(Howard's End) say not!(best not to cojoin the two ends)the mesh not a good netfor this fisherwoman of menwhats the daily catchwhats the final scoredid you tally with miss tiddlywinksa little to long in the sack?to take in all in stridewatch the fishseeming incoherentthe fish pattern on platesmaking total sense to the fishand yet...still misses being in the poolwith all the concentric waves my tear did evokesorry I awokethe long lost heart you stolefrom me

as far as life goeslife feeds on the frenzyof compressed nothingnessheavy even for elephantswhich makes them crywhen gaps of understanddisconnect the snapsestears flowon the ground belowtechnicians trying to fixthe problem now